A Monster I'd Like to...
Another one. Here, in the dorm.
It was Anna--I think. She was no longer recognizably human, beyond her curves, and the red bra that was hanging half-off her breast, leaving the other exposed--where a young wolf creature suckled.
Was that her bastard kid, Toby?! What was going on in this crazy world_--people were turning into animals!_
"Paul..." the once-milf cooed drunkenly through the pursed black lips of her wolfish snout.
"You're here..." she whispered, sighing in what was blatant rapport with her ears flattened back against her head, setting the little monster down at her feet, to crawl on all fours, grey-furred tail wagging, golden eyes shining.
"Come fuck." She beckoned, clawed finger curling into her padded hand.
I steadied myself, and raised my hands, backing away. "Anna... it's okay. I think you're just a little out of touch with reality right now, having just turned into a--"
"A what. A woman, instead of a little girl?"
I trembled, as she backed me into a corner, closed in so that I could smell her fur, her hot breath--the smell of gobbled hotdogs and raw hamburger from the dorm fridge.
She saw my abject terror, and smiled, putting her clawed hands around my shoulders.
"Oh. You mean this."
She opened her mouth to display her sharpened canines and carnassals--wet rows of bony blades, from red and black gums.
"Do you like it too?" she asked, shutting her mouth as I trembled, my face sprayed with wolf spittle.
"See, at first, I was a little scared you wouldn't..."
She tugged my zipper down, tail perked, pressing her nipples against my shirt.
"And then I realized, I don't have to give you a choice."
"What?" I rasped, my eyes practically bulging out of my head in panick.
"The world's changing Paul... it's time to change with us." She whispered, reaching into my pants, and grabbing my cock.
* * *
She was a good fuck, for sure, even before she'd become a monster. Now, she was another thing entirely.
Something about not being given a choice--about being forced to procreate, was fantastic, as she thumbed my penis, took her claw, and probed my piss slit.
"You like danger, Paul. I know it's why you hit on girls all the time. It makes you feel invincible, doesn't it..."
"Ooh..." I groaned, as she pulled my pants down, and stroked my butt with her rough pads--gripped my cheeks in her furry fingers.
"There was a time when I might have been upset... I'd call you the enemy of womankind, or a complete, irresponsible tool... but I understand it now. You, and every man. And you know what?"
I was about to ask--and then she opened her terrifying mouth, and I was so sure she was going to bite my throat out, right then, and there--
And my face and hair were soaked in hot, wet wolf tongue, stroking and tickling my face with wild, slippery lapping.
"I don't blame you anymore. I WANT to have your kids. I get what it's all about--your promiscuity."
My temperature peaked. God, she was hot--did I think that?! What is it with the human brain, once it's tweaked a certain way... you're lost.
My throat felt swollen. I gagged, felt my tongue flop out nearly a foot long--the devolution spreading through my infected cells at a lightning pace.
"Here I've been thinking--'get a job, be a responsible parent, make up for my past mistakes, and live the American dream.'" She rambled, in her gutteral new voice.
I couldn't respond--if I wanted to. The handjob she was giving me now was making it hard to think about anything but bursting my skin, becoming another lupine monstrosity. Her thrusting, and hot breath only intensified the brainwashing.
"It's a joke! We're all being pointed in a direction of 'moral integrity', or 'accountability'. But the ones pointing... are just as bad as us right now."
I found myself transfixed on her every word, as she cupped and petted my balls, as I felt my muscles swell beneath my skin, as blood flowed through my veins, steam rolling from my stretching, triangulating ears. The flopping rows of nipples, the trembling, turgid tail... even her lips, whiskers... wet nose... had suddenly gotten a lot hotter.
"Can you feel it, Paul? It's in our genes. Not responsibility. Not virtue. It's the need to fuck. To make sure there's more of us for after the falling out--the disaster--the hunger crisis. And we've been doing it... the whole..."
She thrusted...
"Entire..."
My backbone stretched violently--
"Time!"
There was a splitting of skin, as a long, powerful tail forced its way from my rear. In other places, I felt the divides, the tears, as pale human skin began peeling away like a dry latex glove, to reveal the pink, canine flesh beneath.
I gargled something incomprehensible, as I felt my face push out... as she plucked human molars out of my mouth with her fingers, to make way for the fangs that were striving with orgasmic pain, to burst through my tender gums...
And the connection had been made, with a slippery pop. She had forced her hot, velvety folds over my trembling erection... I could feel the bristles of hair brushing against my waste, as she pushed close, ushered me in to her wet, pulsing, muscular channel--fed my needy erection with bestiality--with wolf cunt.
And I could feel my tool changing, shedding its human likeness--elongating inside of her with another moist pop. I could feel my head... narrowing... growing more pointed, and probing her insides. And then, the most intense sensation, as she gripped me in tight, wolfish embrace...
An enormous knot of flesh grew hard at the base of my member, swelling, fisting inside of her as I hit plateau, and lolled my stupid dog tongue out of my mouth, and let the changes swell in my face, pushing it to phallic proportions, as my adult teeth--my wolf teeth--broke free.
She... kissed my nose, and the skin split, and peeled away, unveiling a wet rhinarium. I was too drunk on her bitter smell... the embrace of her thick, warm fur as she peeled off my shirt--and the ushering of her pulsating, hungry cooze... to fight, to scream... as she drew me into the deepest stages of the metamorphosis, stroking my balls as they coated in greyish-brown fur... that climbed... took my tail... my backside.
"Ah... ahrun... unnngh!" I grunted, giving into the primordial pleasure as we humped, as she licked me again and again, nipped the fur that grew from my shoulders, my chest...
I shit hard, a final wave of euphoria cresting as my doggish muscles spasmed, violently coaxing a thick, coiling turd from my mutated body--last remnants of humanity discarded as a pile of delightfully stinking wolf crap.
She laughed wickedly, celebrating and reveling in my change, as my skull flattened, my ears unfurled, and my whiskers jutted prominently from my muzzle--dripping in drool from her tongue. I mis-stepped into the mess... felt my finger and toe nails shed immediately on exposure to the thick, squelching, hot feces--as my digits merged in a furry webbing of skin--as black claws curled out of my nail beds, and my skin filled in with thick, black, hairy pads...
Her little one, sniffing my shit excitedly--curled himself around her legs, as we became his family--his parents. He would grow into a world filled with werewolves, I promised myself, then and there, as the knot swole ever tighter, as the hot yellow pre began to squirt rhythmically from my penis, lubing her up for the explosion of jizz to come.
I brought my hand to hers, as we placed them on my tightening balls and stroked... praying for her fertilization... for our children... for more WOLVES...
"Together now, Paul!" She shouted, raising her snout to the ceiling in satisfaction, as we reached our climax. "Just like in the movies!"
The dam burst... my cock exploded... and we joined together in embrace as my eyes yellowed.
My heart and mind wolfened... and in oh-so-familiar voices, we sung:
AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!